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Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

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I... can't offer much of an opinion there. Everyone on my world knows who I am and what I do. My wedding was covered by several international magazines so...

[He gives her a helpless shrug.]

I don't remember not being Apollo and I've never had any real reason to hide myself. But I get that some worlds, it's really important to not let people know.

Yeah, I already went through the whole "going through loved ones to get to you" thing and I don't really want to leave those opportunities open. Also, I'd like to keep my job. Which isn't as much of a thing here but my boss could show up... and you know.

So, you're basically a celebrity? Do those magazines have "Superheroes: they're just like us!" sections? "And here's Apollo's grocery bag ripping!"

Ah, yeah. I can see that. I'm lucky in that regard, all my near and dear are super heroes as well. Including my baby girl, Jenny.

[Aaaand, there it goes. He reaches for his pocket.]

She's nearly seven, she's the most gorgeous kid.

[Yup. He's one of those parents.]

Sort of. The interest comes and goes.

[ luckily, she's genuinely interested in kids. I mean, she's no french bulldog puppy, but a 7 year old will do ]

She's a hero? At her age?

Well, no, but she's super powered.

[Jenny is a pretty, asian girl of seven with pigtails, wearing a plastic tiara, a union jack tee shirt and with a pale blue glow around her hands and feet as she beams up at the camera.]

She's the spirit of the age, Jenny Quantum. But I wouldn't trust her with a pot plant, let alone the kitten she wanted.

She's absolutely adorable! And Jenny Quantum is basically the best name. What are her powers?

... Quantum manipulation of reality.

... temper tantrum age was interesting.

That sounds like a real headache.

Yeah, a bit.

I wouldn't change her for the world. She's my everything.

I'm sorry you're separated, then, but I hope that it's like they say—that time isn't passing and we're not missing out on anything. Otherwise my sister's going to be pissed.

I really hope that's the case, because she's six and she's already had one parent walk out on her, I don't want her thinking I did the same.

[ look i know we just met but she wants to give him a hug ]

[He looks at her, seems to get the intent and holds out his arms in open invitation.]

[ hug hug. don't worry, it's not uncomfortably long ]

She's super lucky to have you.

[No worries involved. He's a fairly tactile guy and not threatened by girl hugs.

He is very warm, though.]

Thanks. I do my best.

Wow. You are very warm.

Solar battery.

Right, right. Of course.

When we first started on the streets, Midnighter and I, we mostly thought that I could keep him warm during the night. And then the stray cats discovered me.

[ she tries to stop herself from laughing but she can't ]

Sorry. Sorry, but that's adorable.

He grins right back.

It really was. I'd wake up covered in cats, Midnighter would grumble as though he objected and then sit and pet them.

That's so sweet. Not the whole sleeping-on-the-streets thing, but I enjoy the idea of two superheroes being overrun by kittens.

Well, no, that was less cute, but there's nothing quite the same sort of adorable as my 'most dangerous post-human in existence' partner wrapped in his coat with four cats piled on him and purring.

It's very sweet to imagine, it's true.

He could be. Sweet.

[He hesitates and then moves to right near the back of his photo album. It's a photo of a man sleeping next to a little girl. Clearly a younger Jenny.]

Midnighter. My ex-husband.